first blood is a novel by david morrell. tw: guns and blood.
‘ you shouldn’t be walking around. ’
‘ i don’t like being stared at. ’
‘ you’ve got to rest. take it easy. ’
‘ now i want you to stop talking and save your strength. ’
‘ leave me alone! i mean it! ’
‘ we have to stop the bleeding. ’
‘ keep your fucking hands off me. ’
‘ all right, play it tough if you want. ’
‘ i don’t feel a thing. ’
‘ but it’s the little things that make a town what it is, that you can watch to make it safe. ’
‘ you’re not tired. you’re afraid. ’
‘ i’m just not happy unless i get miserable every once in a while. ’
‘ that’s the last thing you have to worry about. ’
‘ what the hell’s going on? ’
‘ i have bandages under my clothes too. ’
‘ where’s my shoes and socks? ’
‘ you have to promise me. ’
‘ i didn’t want you to think i don’t care what happens to you. ’
‘ stand the hell up and identify yourself. ’
‘ you didn’t pull out the pockets in your jacket. ’
‘ is that plain enough for you to understand? ’
‘ get your dumbass away from the entrance. ’
‘ the gun’s not loaded. ’
‘ what the hell was that? ’
‘ sit down here on the floor. ’
‘ that isn’t necessary. ’
‘ i’m alone. i need help. ’
‘ no, but you promised yourself, and that does count. ’
‘ christ, what’s the matter with you? ’
‘ i don’t sleep much anymore. ’
‘ wasn’t even a chance to go home and grab my rifle. ’
‘ you can’t leave me. don’t leave me. ’
‘ i’m fine. it’s a cramp. ’
‘ well, you sure put one over on me, didn’t you? ’
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